Redman - The Art Of Rap lyrics

Redman, I'm back like "f** you pay me!" A Street Fighter like Baraka, you may Lee Who does it better than the bricks called? You couldn't mark the spot if you shopped at target Believe me, boy, I'm just getting this started And y'all stupid like tripping over a cordless I've been the dope n***a since swimming and bowlig Your hot chicks on your block I'm digging in all them Damn it feel good to see people up on it To see who's the raw And what n***a stepped on it I'm in your harlem night Black tenant six The cops Calhoune and I'm hauling a** QUICK When I'm gone,I redline the needle Cause trying to find me is like trying to find Nemo, b**h